Burning Jealousy

Cecelia's fingers came in contact with Desmond's muscles which were almost burning to the touch.

She immediately tried to pull her hand back, but Desmond didn't give her the chance. Instead, he tightened his grip even more.

"Answer me."

Desmond propped one hand on the couch, his entire body mere inches from Cecelia.

"Whose abs are better to the touch? Theirs, or mine?"

Cecelia's hand was soft and